I’ve logged more experience than most with simplicity and the complexity you discover inside simplicity, minimalism and asocial behavior, endurance and landscape.
Here is the truth: I think some deep wisdom inside me (a) sensed the stress, (b) was terrified for me, and (c) gave me something new and hard to focus on in order to prevent me from lapsing into a despair coma — and also to keep me from having a jelly jar of wine in my hand.
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“Money Jungle” this song is called. Now there’s a
piano stabbing my heart. Has he chosen betrayal? Does
he want it to end — the war and the peace? But
it’s so good in peacetime. It’s like
nothing so sweet. No, nothing sweeter ever
coursed through this name-and-form, nothing
sweeter, nothing sweeter.
So late, and he’s out still, punishing me. Prepare
yourself, woman — it may be a long pain.
Duke has it all in one hand, this tune. He has
to be here in the morning, doesn’t he? My
heart is tearing up like a wet white rose.
In Virginia I went in the woods
under barbed wire, down the logging
road and hung my jacket on a fence.
Took the right
fork through high grass that wet
my shoes & legs & thought I’d die of
joy this morning and have great
grassy joy the rest of my
In Virginia I sit on an old falling-
apart swing, look at Short Hills Mtn. &
associated fields. The sun shines bright.
What else could be wanted by city
skin. This is the long end of time.